 | Linda Ostrander - 2006 - 291 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm Г the bud, Feed on her damask check: she pin 'd in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. " WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Day: "During depression the 'world disappears. Language itself. One... | |
 | S.P.Sharma - 2007 - 132 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek; she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Shakespeare, Twelfth Night A Blighted or Jilted Love— A Moving Account One of the most... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Burfeind - 2008 - 221 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more. But indeed Our shows are more... | |
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A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 
